Chapter Twenty-One

Felix sat on the front porch steps with his elbows resting on his knees, his head held low, and the shotgun an easy reach on the porch floor next to him. Things were a mess and he had no idea what to do about it.  Kendra and Rex were missing and his aunt lay on the sofa in the great room with a bag of ice on her face. When he pouted about her condition and declared his remorse over having left the cave and exposing themselves to strangers like they had, she scolded him and said that they should be happy that there was ice to treat it. Had they still been living in the cave, she’d be suffering a lot more.  When he proceeded to express concern over the fact that Kendra and Rex had been gone for two nights, she reminded him of the many times that Kendra had gone out hunting and how it had taken several days for her to return. She’d insisted that it wasn’t yet time to worry.

He wished that he had a bow and arrow instead of the shotgun, but Kendra had t